AGAIN
Chapter Ten: Crazy Girl
Suze
Jesse and I were having such a wonderful time.
After round two in bed, which lasted quite a bit I might add, Jesse got up and told me to wait in bed while he made breakfast. So I sat there on his bed – well after I got up covering myself with a sheet and grabbed some a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, clean ones of course, from one of Jesse's drawers – turned on the TV and put on the morning news.
Thank good my mom doesn't do the weekend news because it would have been VERY creepy to sit there in the bed I just had sex with my boyfriend, wearing nothing more than boxers and t-shirt and watching my mom say something like: "And now the sports new with Dan Rafner" or whatever.
Anyway, the news got boring and I flipped channels till I found the Sunday matinee movie: My Best Friend's Wedding. As I watched the movie this delicious smell started to come from Jesse's kitchen. The door bell rang and Jesse yelled "I'll get it, querida; you just sit there and wait for breakfast."
I leaned back onto the pillows and sighed contently, I so could get used to this. Waking up with Jesse, breakfast in bed, Jesse looking so hot and being so carrying… you know… the whole thing. About then Jesse popped his head inside the bedroom.
"Breakfast will be ready and five minutes." He said with a smile as Ruffus and Fido raced in. Jesse had gotten one of his neighbors to watch them for us during our date and they had just been dropped off. Ruffus and Fido sniffed around a little and then curled up together by the food of the bed.
I gave Jesse my most dazzling smile, "It smells delicious," I said. He smiled and went back to cooking duty.
Later, after we had wolfed down our breakfast, Jesse and I were doing the dishes –he was doing the washing I was just drying – and it was kindda fun. Yeah, I know, me saying house work was fun? Was I high or something? Well, yeah, I was high on love. Sue me.
"You could have stayed in bed watching the end of your movie." Jesse said, drying up his hands with a towel.
See? See why I love him so much? "That's okay, I've seen it before." I said casually, wrapping my arms around him. "I really like this." I said and I knew he understood what I meant.
"I know, I like it too."
"I wish everyday were like this."
"How? Sunday?"
"No, that we were together. Like this."
"We could…." He looked nervous, but of course, even nervous on him looks hot. "I mean, you could move in with me. And we would be together everyday. I don't want to push you, Susannah, I know it's probably too soon for you to think in getting married again, but I'll marry you the second you're ready… and I really want you here with me."
I looked up at him. He was right; it was too soon for me to marry again but somehow living together, being with him like this, was okay. Just what I wanted, actually. "I'd love to."
"Really, querida?"
"YES!" I said, squealing a little as he picked me up and spun me around.
After that we were making out all happily in the middle of the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Jesse pulled away and went to answer the door, swearing under his breath.
I guess he deeply resented the interruption.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I heard Jesse yell.
As it's natural I rushed into the living room to see who 'YOU' was.
"I don't have time today, Rico. I need to speak with Suze. Now!"
"Don't come yelling on my own house." Jesse said with a sneer. However, Paul looked pretty shaken and Jesse did move a little from the door to allow him in.
"Great, Suze, there you are!" Paul said with what sounded a lot like relief. "You gotta help me. I'm going nuts; I don't know what to do with her. You're the goodie-goodie mediator, you gotta help me."
"What are you talking about?"
"Her!" Paul yelled exasperated. And just there this ghost materialized there.
"Gee, don't you have manners?" Ghost girl demanded, walking pass Paul and setting on Jesse's couch. "Didn't your mother teach you to make the proper introductions?"
"These are Rico and Suze. Rico, Suze that's Wendy, like the fast food place." Paul said with a sardonic smile. Said smile was wiped off his face when a book hit him square on the chest.
"Like in the Peter Pan book you stupid idiot!" Wendy sneered from the couch.
"That's what they teach in convents now? To throw books at people who make nice, good intentioned comments?"
"I don't know where you learned about 'nice' but you seem to have missed quite a few crucial lessons." Wendy said placidly. Had this chick been on a convent? You couldn't tell by her looks, she had a lot of shinny looking brown hair and was wearing a little black cocktail dress. She didn't look tacky or anything, just not very convent like.
"And you, Miss Nun, should know."
Another book came flying from one of the shelves, missing Paul's head by a scant inch.
"I was never a nun, I got killed a week before I took my novice habits. I already told you that ten times? Do you ever listen to other people?"
"I happened to be very busy when you were babbling on and on earlier." Paul said with as much dignity as he could manage.
"Oh, please forgive me…. I know I interrupted you when you were having such a lovely little chat with your right foot."
"I WASN'T TALKING TO MY RIGHT FOOT!"
"Whatever." Wendy said rolling her eyes. "Why did you drag me here, anyway? I can think of a few better things to do on a Sunday morning that hear you babble about your feet. I'm sure Suze and Rico…"
"Jesse. My name is Jesse not Rico. That's just what feet-lover calls me sometimes; he seems to think it's a smart insult."
"I'm standing right here!" Paul groaned. "And how come you can see her? You're not a mediator."
"Not exactly but it's a side effect of my previous condition." Jesse said amicably.
I laughed, Wendy looked at me in confusion and I said. "Jesse used to be dead."
"Oh, really? You used to be a ghost?"
"Yes. It's a long story, I'm sure you don't want to hear it."
She shrugged. "That's okay; I imagine it must have been traumatic for you." Wendy said.
Suddenly Paul went: "Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?"
"Being brought back to life. It can't be done. I did it once because I was young and stupid but…"
"If you do it again your brain burns out, I know, grandpa told me."
"Grandpa?" Paul said in tones of utter disbelieve, "You're calling my grandfather 'grandpa'?"
"Yeah, he told me I could."
"Then why, if there are other two mediators in the same house do you chose to bug me."
Wendy blinked, I thought she would deny it but se only said. "Because is fun, of course, and because grandpa said you could use a good bugging so you learned what you do to others when you kept messing in their lives."
"So this is some sort of a sick lesson?"
"Not exactly. I mean, I do have a thing I need help with, but you do need a lesson or two."
"And that gives you motive to jump at me on the shower?"
"I only did that once and it was because that rendition you were giving to 'Kiss the Walls' was giving me a major headache. I mean, ruin the song why don't you."
Wendy and Paul went on and on yelling at each other. I must admit it was kind of funny, watching them. I mean, Paul was getting out some of his best material and Wendy was always ready with a quick answer. They were son engrossed arguing with each other they didn't even notice Jesse and me standing there, anymore.
I was about to drag Jesse back to the bedroom – I mean, we had way better things to do than stand there watching them bite each other's heads off - and tell Paul to see himself out once he was done when suddenly Wendy yelled: "Fine, that's it, I'm going home."
As she shimmered to dematerialize Paul said: "But to your house! Go to your house not mine!" But it was too late, she was gone.
"See how she is impossible? You gotta take her out of my hands, Suze, you really have to."
"And that is because you have earned it?" Jesse said in a very stern voice, clearly he did not think I owed Paul anything, let a lone a favor.
"Please! She is driving insane! You're the good little mediator, you have to do something."
"But she has chosen you to be her mediator; there is nothing I can do if she ahs chosen to haunt you."
"Great, great, great." Paul said.
"Well, what can I tell you, Paul? It's called Karma and it goes around."
"Are you saying that I earned this?" Paul asked harshly.
"Hey, watch it." Jesse said in a quiet voice but the menace was clear in his voice. Jesse is that kind of guy. No one talks harshly to me in his presence.
"Now what do I do, how do I get her out?"
"You have to mediate, Paul, that's what you're supposed to do." Jesse said as if Paul was a moron, which, truth be told, he was.
"Great." He said, starting for the door, looking all slumped and pathetic.
And that's why I said, just before he closed the door. "You know, Wendy seems the religious type, maybe you should take her to Father Dominic."
"The priest! Of course!" That seemed to cheer Paul a little and he went away looking a little less pathetic.
Once Jesse closed the door after Paul, he came to me and hugged me, I leaned into him, basking in his presence, in his warmth and his love… and in the knowledge that it was all mine.
"That was odd." Jesse said, stroking my hair.
"I would say so." I answered, lifting my head from where I had been resting it on Jesse's chest. "But I don't want to talk about it; they took enough of our day as it is. I say we forget about them."
"I agree." Jesse said smiling, kissing my forehead first and then seeking my mouth.
That was when it really hit me. My life was going great, I was happy and in love and for once I wasn't the one with the mediator problems.
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Monday
Still Suze
Finally!
One would think it wouldn't take so long but it took Adam FOREVER to find an engagement ring for Cee Cee.
"It has to bee like her." Adam said dragging me into a jewelry store around ten a.m. that Monday. Mind you I was very tired and that was why I didn't put much of a fight with Adam as he dragged me from store to store.
That was why he was calling me so urgently Saturday night. Well, he said he had called me Saturday night, I hadn't checked my messages yet, I had spend Sunday at Jesse's, making plans about me moving in, and only got to my apartment that morning to change and go to work.
But as soon I had stepped into my office Adam had come in and took me out for breakfast, though I had had breakfast with Jesse I decided to go along. Then he explained me his plan to propose to Cee Cee as soon as she got back from San Francisco that afternoon.
Finally, when Adam was satisfied with the ring he had chosen he went to buy some flowers while I sat on a bench giving some rest to my aching feet. That's when I heard someone giggling next to me.
"Hi!" Wendy said.
"Hi." I said without much enthusiasm, I was very tired. First Jesse kept me up pass midnight and then Adam dragged me all over downtown.
"She must be pretty especial if that boy is going through all the trouble." Wendy said sitting next to me.
"Yeah, that's Cee Cee."
"I remember when I got engaged." Wendy said all of the sudden, looking straight ahead into nothing. "My boyfriend saved for a whole year to buy my ring, he said he couldn't give less than what I deserved. I remember it so well that it seems like yesterday. I guess that's why I'm wearing this," she said fingering her dress. "I was wearing it the night John proposed. I remember I thought like my life was just starting…"
"What happened to him?"
"He died about two years ago, car crash. That's when I decided to be a nun, I knew I wouldn't love again like that so I chose to turn to my faith and find peace there."
"How did you die?"
"It's a long story… and it doesn't matter anymore, telling it will not undo what has been done. That's one thing I never got about revenge it never changes anything… Anyway, your friend it's coming back. I just wanted to come and apologize… for yesterday I mean. I hope I didn't damage any of your boyfriend's books when I was throwing them at Paul."
"That's okay; we have all wanted to throw something at Paul at some point or another."
"I bet." She said with a smile. The sighed heavily, "He's calling again. I'll see you around." And disappeared.
Odd girl this one was…
She was a rare case for a mediator like myself, she wasn't seeking revenge nor did she seemed to have left a mess behind her like most people who become ghosts did. In fact, she seemed very at peace with her death, maybe it was because she was going to be a nun or something. But in reality, she kind of reminded me of ghost-Jesse…
Not that it mattered, she was Paul's problem not mine.
Or so I thought….
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Notes:
Well, its past midnight here so I'll keep it short.
This chapter was sorta pointless but I'm trying to come up with something. I'm still not sure if Wendy is good or bad or whats up but there is paranormal activity comig on in the future. And you know how Suze can't help herself when there is ghost trouble...
Anyway...
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